"We now have three minutes left, Liuzi's patience only lasts three minutes. If we don't solve the problem within three minutes, she'll cry, slam the door, and leave. Then, considering my uncle's stubborn temper, he'd rather drop dead on the spot than change his mind about this matter."
Xin Chen whispered to Gu Tao, "You're so smart, you don't need me to tell you what to do, do you?"
Gu Tao looked at him sideways, "Who's going to clean up my mess?"
"Me, of course, it's me." Xin Chen pointed to himself, "Don't worry, I'll control her outside, and she won't find out."
In fact, Gu Tao thought it wouldn't be a problem to send Liuzi to Italy, but he couldn't stand Xin Chen buzzing in his ear. This guy was not at all the aloof Sword Immortal he was supposed to be—he was just a chatterbox who loved to nag.
"So... what do you think?"
Gu Tao turned his head to look at Weiwei, who lowered her head, "You... whatever you decide is fine."
